Lark On My Go-Kart

So, there's a new girl at work. She works reception, kinda' cute. The weird thing is that I keep transposing, in my head, her name with other names. First it was Lark. For a moment it was Bree. I thought about it this morning, and I was trying to figure out what it was about this girl that caused all the name transposing. As it turns out, the best answer I could come up with is that all blond white girls seem to look a like these days. Well, not ALL of them, but all with in a particular sub group. A sub group that's popular here in Californ-I-A. I guess it's true, everyone is a little bit racist sometimes.

Zen And The Art Of....

I never read the book, but I think I get the concept. There's something awful cathartic about owning a motorcycle, and it's not just in the riding. It's in the maintenance, and fixing, and preparation of it all. It's in the checking the tire pressure, and adjusting the suspension and controls. There's something very Zen about the whole experience. Maybe it's because in some ways, the bike serves as an extension of yourself. The controls that are at your finger tips are not just controlling a machine, they are guiding a temporary augmentation to your normal physical limits. I love cars, and I love my car, but there's so much of the road feel that you don't get in a car. The bike basically clues you in on the rest of what you're missing. I say this, and I may just be saying this now (ask me again in 6 months), but it's not about the speed. It's about the "feel" which is a much harder thing to quantify. Given that, then working on your bike becomes something very personal. For safety and performance reasons, you tune your bike to match what feels best to you. I find the experience very meditative. No wonder I'm in love with it all.

Now, if only I could find a way to ride with out all those pesky cars on the road.

Wait For It...

Because it's coming, on Saturday.

Classic...

I found this floating around my Sketch and Reload blog in the archives. This has nothing to do with anything relevant, but it actually kind of cracked me up a little. So hey, who says you can't syndicate a blog post. Reeepllaaayyyyy!

Friday, August 26, 2005
Ken Complex...
Where the hell did he go? You know, Ken, as in Barbie's boyfriend. Whatever happened to him? Did Barbie finally dump his sorry ass? I never really liked him because he didn't really do anything. Barbie had like 15 jobs, but the only things I ever saw Ken do were drive the dream car and get hungry so that they would have to go to McDonalds. McDonalds of all places. How does he expect to keep that chisled physique of his on Big Macs and fries. Seriously, how do you think he took the break up? No more dream house, no more converatable, just out on his ass all of a sudden. You think they could have at least let him down easy. Like I-think-we-should-just-be-friends Barbie, or I'm-just-not-ready-for-a-committed-relationship-right-now Barbie, or I-need-more-time-to-work-on-me,-you-know-meet-new-people,-figure-out-what-I-want Barbie, hell even You-just-don't-do-it-for-me-anymore Barbie. Anything. Poor Ken, apparently women like that want men who do things now a days. Let us have a moment of silence to the end of on era. To the loss of the icon of the trophy husband.

Ridden...

As it turns out, I feel pretty good about my last ride, because it was my first venture outside the sanctity of my little neighborhood. It was also the first time I've ridden with a purpose to go somewhere. Finally, it was the first time I felt confident enough to brave traffic (all be it very light traffic). So yeah, over all it went well. There were a few rough edges, but nothing too difficult.




That said, I absolutely love the new jacket I bought. It's a Dainese Santa Monica. Normally, I would consider it way outside the range of what I need for the type of riding I do, but it was on sale. 40% off! The jacket's really quite warm for what it is, and very soft, which is a wonderful feature of motorcycle jackets as they're supposed to be snug. Overall, I'm very happy with this somewhat overly expensive purchase. Bonus though, it just looks pretty hot, so how could I not love it.

Happy New Ears...

O - M - G - z. Oh my godz, it's a new year, and I haven't written in months. Wow, so much has happened. So much in fact that I don't feel like talking about it all. Look, all you need to know is that I lost my job, and then I found a job, and now I make more money. I'm still trying to learn to ride a bike, but fog and rain are trying their damnedest to stop me. I had to dodge an accident on the way home last night (kind of fun actually). I bought a t.v. I'm looking for an apartment. I went out a couple of times with a couple of girls. I stopped going out with those girls. I decided to stop trying to date in general. I keep finding new girls I want to go out with (I'm weak, what can I say). I found one girl I'm really into, but that's not going anywhere. I almost didn't go to my new year's party because of that. I went to my new years party anyway, and I had a blast. I found a comic book shop near my place of work. I'm now reading "Y the Last Man" and the Scud collection. I found a psychic near my workplace (slightly less relevant than the comic book shop). She makes house calls it would seem. I found a porno shop near my place of work (slightly less relevant than the psychic). I was supposed to get my yellow cord. I missed my batizado and didn't get my yellow cord. Now I don't think I want my yellow cord, not at the moment at least. My new company is silly. I'm pretty happy with my pay check. The japanese girl txted me the other day, I'm wondering if I'm going to hear from her again. I think about girls entirely too much. Happy New Year mother fuckers!!!!

Make it a good one. Peace.

Are You Freakin Kidding Me?...

I hate to say it... I really shouldn't say it... That's not really going to stop me from saying it...

I think I hate Christians.
Seriously, I fucking hate Christians!
I don't hate much of anything in this world, but this shit just makes me sick now.

Ok, I should clarify. I don't hate the individuals, but much the way that we've gotten it in our heads to hate islamics because they're terrorists, I have the same feeling about the christian organization in this country. Yeah, that's right. I just called the christian organization terrorists. Okay, fine, perhaps at this point that's a bit on the side of hyperbole, but really, I think there's a demonstration in this country that these people are willing to force, and enforce their beliefs on others, even if others don't share those beliefs. Sure they don't use bombs and guns, but in the corporate driven society that is America isn't political clout and media coverage far more effective anyway? And how is it anyone that doesn't agree with them hates America, is communist, or is socialist... You don't even know what socialist fucking means. You're freaking president just gave 700 billion to buy bad debt and somehow I'm the socialist because I believe that people making over 250k a year should pay higher taxes so that the middle class has more room to breath. More than likely you are in the middle or lower class you moron! Bah... I'm not going to bother to say anymore about this. This is no longer a discussion of logic conducted by reasonable men. This is fast becoming an instinctual debate based on gut feelings. Not that he's a prophet or anything, but Bill Maher was the one that pointed out that we just went through 8 years of "by the gut" governing, and really, I'm just tired of it. Go on, fine christian community. Do what you want. I don't even care anymore. I'm moving to Canada or Europe or something damn it. Maybe one of these countries still has some sense left. Have fun letting the big corporations rape you cuz it seems to be going so very well so far. Cheers.